My feeling is that it's a bad idea to call out sick on a Friday in December -- mostly because you can get away with more if you go in on Fridays and call out on other days. Also, vacant parking spots are more plentiful at LIRR stations on Fridays because everyone else is calling out.
With that thought out of my head, while today is cold it's not very windy (thankfully) and it was enjoyable moving west on 31st street. My eyes weren't closed as much as yesterday and I am backpack-less again.
The character of Rosemary in Tender reminds me of some girls (now, women) I have known, where their looks were really a bankable asset. I haven't seen them in quite some time so I don't know if it still holds up but at the comparable age of 19 that was certainly the case. It's tough to find music to listen to while reading (I exclusively listen to instrumental music when I read, if I listen to anything) but I always try to listen to something that is time/setting-appropriate. I have the Sweet & Lowdown Soundtrack, but that gets old quickly. I did find that Steve Blanco's cover of "Us & Them" and some select, slower Sonny Clark songs fit the mood perfectly.
There's not a whole lot to be said though I feel pretty strong today, as my breakfast of Cinnabon pancakes (with powdered sugar from the pfeffernuise), milk, orange juice, and coffee has provided ample sustenance. My breakfasts are better than yours.
I made it a point to find Rollins' "Inhale Exhale" whilst riding as I felt it described things -- physically and mentally -- succinctly.
This weekend I will destroy every muscle in my body and rebuild as I am working to make natural causes struggle for their pay. I have new shoes to help me with that, we'll see how they work out.
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
Guns N Roses - "Paradise City"
Megadeth - "Train of Consequences"
Hellyeah - "Debt That All Men Pay"
Rollins Band - "Inhale Exhale" and "Saying Goodbye Again" and "Rejection"
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Tender is the night, bitter is the morning
Today is bitter cold again. It started out oddly, as the trains were running very late and on opposite tracks. Thankfully I didn't go to RVC, as my regularly sched'd train came only 20 min. late (so I would've saved a whole 5-10 min). My gripe is that the conductor of the earlier train could've picked up some of the bewildered passengers and did not, and I though that was rude (especially taking the weather in to consideration) and the announcements didn't start until after that train had left.
Having finished Ex Machina last night (it turns out it was the final installment of the series -- easily one of my top 3 finite titles), I began reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's Tender Is The Night today upon a strong endorsement by Henry Rollins in Dull Roar (I think that's the last one I read). It's starting off in a similar setting and time as The Garden Of Eden, so that's fine but it'll be a dense read and when I'm finished with it I'll have to nerd it up and maybe read some non-fiction afterward. I'm only about 20 pages in, we'll see what happens. There are a lot of stuffy aristocrats already so I want to smash my fist through their collective, fictitious faces but I'll let the story unfold before I do.
I'm closing my eyes a lot because it is just too damn cold. Last night I worked out my chest, tris and back in a compact 35-minute session and am feeling pretty good. I want to run today but I don't know how good of an idea that would be. I can always wait until the weekend.
I was smart enough to read the sign at the WFC entrance today and knew that the bike bath is fenced off so I took to the street and moved quite quickly. WFC1's bike bath actually seems nearly complete so I guess that's something to look forward to.
I woke up this morning (to Wolfmother) and realized it was only Thursday. Bummer. I've got one sick day remaining on the year and I know I'll need to use it.
My playlist today is pretty badass and the Hellyeah track is especially good, not just because it's new but because the lyrics are what I'm looking for in a song.
I didn't have to stop at Albany Street and despite the wind and the frostiness, it was a smooth ride.
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
AC/DC - "Black Ice"
Airbourne - "Armed & Dangerous"
Hellyeah - "Debt That All Men Pay"
The Cult - "Coming Down"
Derek & The Dominoes - "Layla"
Having finished Ex Machina last night (it turns out it was the final installment of the series -- easily one of my top 3 finite titles), I began reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's Tender Is The Night today upon a strong endorsement by Henry Rollins in Dull Roar (I think that's the last one I read). It's starting off in a similar setting and time as The Garden Of Eden, so that's fine but it'll be a dense read and when I'm finished with it I'll have to nerd it up and maybe read some non-fiction afterward. I'm only about 20 pages in, we'll see what happens. There are a lot of stuffy aristocrats already so I want to smash my fist through their collective, fictitious faces but I'll let the story unfold before I do.
I'm closing my eyes a lot because it is just too damn cold. Last night I worked out my chest, tris and back in a compact 35-minute session and am feeling pretty good. I want to run today but I don't know how good of an idea that would be. I can always wait until the weekend.
I was smart enough to read the sign at the WFC entrance today and knew that the bike bath is fenced off so I took to the street and moved quite quickly. WFC1's bike bath actually seems nearly complete so I guess that's something to look forward to.
I woke up this morning (to Wolfmother) and realized it was only Thursday. Bummer. I've got one sick day remaining on the year and I know I'll need to use it.
My playlist today is pretty badass and the Hellyeah track is especially good, not just because it's new but because the lyrics are what I'm looking for in a song.
I didn't have to stop at Albany Street and despite the wind and the frostiness, it was a smooth ride.
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
AC/DC - "Black Ice"
Airbourne - "Armed & Dangerous"
Hellyeah - "Debt That All Men Pay"
The Cult - "Coming Down"
Derek & The Dominoes - "Layla"
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Ozzy in the morning, Ozzy in the evening?
It's not as windy/nasty as it was yesterday morning and that's something for which I am thankful. I'm pack-less again today, since I have enough at work to keep me nourished and feeling warm.
I'm going to do the annual "read with kids" session over at a nearby school today so I'll be away from the desk for a few hours and that will make me happy, also. I used to read on a near-weekly basis with a kid in PS 12 before we moved downtown. His name was William and I really liked him because he was enthusiastic and good-humored and wanted to be there. We'd read books about whales (his choice) and for a while there the two of us could've been marine biologists (I really did get quite knowledgeable). But that has passed now and the kid must be about 13-14 now. I hope he's still reading on his own because he had a lot of potential. What we'll be doing today is just an excuse to give the kids cookies, but it beats sitting at my desk.
Speaking of reading, I finished The Garden of Eden Monday night and it ended pretty well. One big similarity between this book and This Side of Paradise is that, of course, there are women whose mental health slowly decline. I liked the book, and although it's about a writer, there is a lot of good advice in there for us, not just as writers but pertaining to all walks of professional life. I wonder if having 4 wives is what forced Hemingway to off himself? There's a movie of it that'll be coming out this weekend but I doubt we'll be able to find a theater where it'll play. He has two lovers in the story but it doesn't get as over-the-top, physically, as you'd think.
After reading really dense work, I like to catch up on my fraternal pastime, comic books. Yesterday I read the first Hitman tpb and Punisher War Zone: Resurrection of Ma Gnucci. Both are by Garth Ennis, or as I like to call him: Garth "greatest living comics writer and no one can touch him" Ennis. I liked both of them of course. My gripe with Punisher was that after reading all those stories on the MAX imprint, it's tough to match the shock value from there.
Today I'm reading book 10 of Ex Machina, which is one of the very few current titles I make it a point to buy. It's just so consistently good (Vol. 9 was acceptable, at best. They jumped the shark in that one, I'm afraid, as the writer and artist injected themselves into the story). There's the right blend of action, socio-political commentary, realistic art (and some gore) and morality and that's why it's appealing to me as an adult. I may have written about this before, but I was turned on to the book during the first month's of its release back in the Fall of 2004. I was temping at a kitchen designer's in East Williston and found there was a comic shop a few blocks away. The clerk gave the full recommendation and since it was on the Wildstorm imprint, I knew it'd be worth the couple of bucks. The dork at the register was right (I should talk -- we all remember what a whore I felt like when I'd work Wednesday mornings at Cosmic Comics in 2004 & 5) and I've kept up with the series since then, but stopped buying single issues after #10.
The problem with riding in weather like this is that it's going to get tougher to get motivated. It happens each Winter. A small part of me feels as though it's not worth the time and effort but that's only a small part of me. I do feel very much in-control, however, and there is a powerful feeling that accompanies the end of the ride. I barely had to stop today and that's probably why I was able to get to the building a few minutes early.
Today I listened to select tracks off Ozzy's Black Rain: "Not Going Away," "I Don't Wanna Stop," "11 Silver," "Civilize the Universe" and "Here for You."
It's energetic enough to provide a soundtrack for the ride without being too deep and I don't need to manufacture any anger to get moving.
Thank you for reading.
I'm going to do the annual "read with kids" session over at a nearby school today so I'll be away from the desk for a few hours and that will make me happy, also. I used to read on a near-weekly basis with a kid in PS 12 before we moved downtown. His name was William and I really liked him because he was enthusiastic and good-humored and wanted to be there. We'd read books about whales (his choice) and for a while there the two of us could've been marine biologists (I really did get quite knowledgeable). But that has passed now and the kid must be about 13-14 now. I hope he's still reading on his own because he had a lot of potential. What we'll be doing today is just an excuse to give the kids cookies, but it beats sitting at my desk.
Speaking of reading, I finished The Garden of Eden Monday night and it ended pretty well. One big similarity between this book and This Side of Paradise is that, of course, there are women whose mental health slowly decline. I liked the book, and although it's about a writer, there is a lot of good advice in there for us, not just as writers but pertaining to all walks of professional life. I wonder if having 4 wives is what forced Hemingway to off himself? There's a movie of it that'll be coming out this weekend but I doubt we'll be able to find a theater where it'll play. He has two lovers in the story but it doesn't get as over-the-top, physically, as you'd think.
After reading really dense work, I like to catch up on my fraternal pastime, comic books. Yesterday I read the first Hitman tpb and Punisher War Zone: Resurrection of Ma Gnucci. Both are by Garth Ennis, or as I like to call him: Garth "greatest living comics writer and no one can touch him" Ennis. I liked both of them of course. My gripe with Punisher was that after reading all those stories on the MAX imprint, it's tough to match the shock value from there.
Today I'm reading book 10 of Ex Machina, which is one of the very few current titles I make it a point to buy. It's just so consistently good (Vol. 9 was acceptable, at best. They jumped the shark in that one, I'm afraid, as the writer and artist injected themselves into the story). There's the right blend of action, socio-political commentary, realistic art (and some gore) and morality and that's why it's appealing to me as an adult. I may have written about this before, but I was turned on to the book during the first month's of its release back in the Fall of 2004. I was temping at a kitchen designer's in East Williston and found there was a comic shop a few blocks away. The clerk gave the full recommendation and since it was on the Wildstorm imprint, I knew it'd be worth the couple of bucks. The dork at the register was right (I should talk -- we all remember what a whore I felt like when I'd work Wednesday mornings at Cosmic Comics in 2004 & 5) and I've kept up with the series since then, but stopped buying single issues after #10.
The problem with riding in weather like this is that it's going to get tougher to get motivated. It happens each Winter. A small part of me feels as though it's not worth the time and effort but that's only a small part of me. I do feel very much in-control, however, and there is a powerful feeling that accompanies the end of the ride. I barely had to stop today and that's probably why I was able to get to the building a few minutes early.
Today I listened to select tracks off Ozzy's Black Rain: "Not Going Away," "I Don't Wanna Stop," "11 Silver," "Civilize the Universe" and "Here for You."
It's energetic enough to provide a soundtrack for the ride without being too deep and I don't need to manufacture any anger to get moving.
Thank you for reading.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
...I thought they'd snap off just like Eugene Levy's...
Missed the Oside train by seconds in the freezing morning. I tried to beat the train to E. Rock, but I couldn't get across Atlantic Ave. in time so I had to book it with iced up fingers to RVC, which I did in ample time. My digits were so cold I thought they'd snap off just like Eugene Levy's in "Stay Tuned." It is obviously harder to ride in the cold as my lungs need to acclimate and that can take as much as 10 minutes -- by then I'm already a slave to the grind.
That set the tone, and mood and phsyical well-being of the day and I felt as though I couldn't open my eyes at one point. They were half-closed on the ride down to work today -- and by the time I had made it outside Penn it wasn't as bitter-cold as it was in LI. My eyelids were still mostly shut though as the stress of the past few days has hit me hard. I have one sick day left on the calendar year and I was very very close to just turning around and going home and calling out. But I'd rather use it more stragically.
I know I'll need a lot of coffee today as I missed out this morning. I am bare-back again, since I brought my backpack & lunch to work yesterday and left it overnight. Couldn't say if it helped any, but it was a smart move not to ride yesterday between having legal obligations after work and the fact that it continued to flurry in the morning and gust (sometimes violently).
Even my playlist, which by all means should pump me up, didn't do an ample job -- when you're that tired it's a tough thing to snap out of. There were some tourists as I rode through WFC taking photos of Ground Zero and I waved my arms to try to disrupt them but to no avail.
I had to stop seconds later and turn around since they closed off the lane. I decided to cut myself a little slack and use the elevator that's there and then walked the bike across the highway and it brought me over to the NJ Transit outlet (Bad idea, I know. Sometimes I need to remind myself why I don't do this often), and made my way back toward Park Row.
As I parked the bike on Nassau Street I saw the guy who gave me a hard time last week in front of my building. He didn't seem to notice me. It was too cold to pick up where we left off and I had to urinate real badly.
Playlist:
Hellyeah - "Goddamn," "One Thing," "Nausea"
Led Zeppelin - "Achilles Last Stand"
Rollins Band - "Your Number is One" (Long version)
Thank you for reading.
That set the tone, and mood and phsyical well-being of the day and I felt as though I couldn't open my eyes at one point. They were half-closed on the ride down to work today -- and by the time I had made it outside Penn it wasn't as bitter-cold as it was in LI. My eyelids were still mostly shut though as the stress of the past few days has hit me hard. I have one sick day left on the calendar year and I was very very close to just turning around and going home and calling out. But I'd rather use it more stragically.
I know I'll need a lot of coffee today as I missed out this morning. I am bare-back again, since I brought my backpack & lunch to work yesterday and left it overnight. Couldn't say if it helped any, but it was a smart move not to ride yesterday between having legal obligations after work and the fact that it continued to flurry in the morning and gust (sometimes violently).
Even my playlist, which by all means should pump me up, didn't do an ample job -- when you're that tired it's a tough thing to snap out of. There were some tourists as I rode through WFC taking photos of Ground Zero and I waved my arms to try to disrupt them but to no avail.
I had to stop seconds later and turn around since they closed off the lane. I decided to cut myself a little slack and use the elevator that's there and then walked the bike across the highway and it brought me over to the NJ Transit outlet (Bad idea, I know. Sometimes I need to remind myself why I don't do this often), and made my way back toward Park Row.
As I parked the bike on Nassau Street I saw the guy who gave me a hard time last week in front of my building. He didn't seem to notice me. It was too cold to pick up where we left off and I had to urinate real badly.
Playlist:
Hellyeah - "Goddamn," "One Thing," "Nausea"
Led Zeppelin - "Achilles Last Stand"
Rollins Band - "Your Number is One" (Long version)
Thank you for reading.
Friday, December 3, 2010
No Backpack Friday
After learning from yesterday's weather, I was so well-prepared that I didn't even need a backpack. My lunch and change of clothes were already at work so all I needed were my credentials, a banana, a book and gloves. It's a rare and different feeling when I'm bare-back. Feels like I'm missing something but it really frees me up to be more agile. That's good, I suppose and if I keep planning ahead perhaps I can do it a little bit more and lose some of the stress of having to pack for work.
I am reading Hemingway's Garden Of Eden. I bought it -- a first edition, untouched hardcover -- at a nearby garage sale for 50 cents back in the summer. For an additional 50 cents I was able to pick up Jim Norton's I Hate Your Guts. So it was like I satisfied my intellectual and moronic urges with 4 quarters. I started Eden a couple of weeks ago but got sidetracked by a phone call that never came which inspired me to pick up a couple of how-to books at the library. But I decided to pick up where I left off, which was about mid-way through.
This is an okay book thus far and sometimes it reminds me of his house, which I toured in Key West in early 2009 and sometimes it reminds me of this snooty writers' group I was expelled from after submitting the first act of my screenplay, "Go Grandpa, Go!" Apparently, if I was going to get my low-brow family comedy up to snuff, I really needed to read Hemingway to get a grasp of good dialogue. I hope everyone in that group (except my old co-worker) loses their hands digging for gold and can no longer type out their deep, insightful short stories that expose their childhood traumas. The world needs a good fart joke every once in a while, dammit.
I used to think that part of the book involved the Catherine playing the role of the husband in bed but now I think it was more just a "state of mind" thing rather than her going in through the out door on her husband. Part of my problem is that the husband, David, is a writer, so that sort of bores me, as I don't want to read about a fictitious writer after a while as it doesn't interest me. But the setting is interesting and he's not in to his three-way love affair as you'd think he'd be so that's what's keeping me involved.
As I was stopped at the Albany Street light, a foreign tourist started to take my picture and I waved her off. She persisted and mentioned something about "bike" and "husband" -- I turned away and she probably took a shot anyway. There's something creepy about that it's just annoying. There is nothing special about me and the bike wasn't folded and I am dressed as properly as Stallone during the outdoor training sequences in the first "Rocky" only with a helmet so I didn't see the point and wasn't in the mood to be an attraction.
My thighs are a little sore due using the thighsolator and hip abductor at the gym yesterday. It's a good soreness since I cranked up the weight on the machines.
It's going to be a long day since there are plans abound for the night there will be mass coffee consumption.
Playlist:
Soundgarden - "My Wave"
Metallica - "Trapped Under Ice"
Monster Magnet - "Slap In The Face"
Jamiroquai - "Soul Education"
Guns 'n' Roses - "The Garden"
Thank you for reading.
I am reading Hemingway's Garden Of Eden. I bought it -- a first edition, untouched hardcover -- at a nearby garage sale for 50 cents back in the summer. For an additional 50 cents I was able to pick up Jim Norton's I Hate Your Guts. So it was like I satisfied my intellectual and moronic urges with 4 quarters. I started Eden a couple of weeks ago but got sidetracked by a phone call that never came which inspired me to pick up a couple of how-to books at the library. But I decided to pick up where I left off, which was about mid-way through.
This is an okay book thus far and sometimes it reminds me of his house, which I toured in Key West in early 2009 and sometimes it reminds me of this snooty writers' group I was expelled from after submitting the first act of my screenplay, "Go Grandpa, Go!" Apparently, if I was going to get my low-brow family comedy up to snuff, I really needed to read Hemingway to get a grasp of good dialogue. I hope everyone in that group (except my old co-worker) loses their hands digging for gold and can no longer type out their deep, insightful short stories that expose their childhood traumas. The world needs a good fart joke every once in a while, dammit.
I used to think that part of the book involved the Catherine playing the role of the husband in bed but now I think it was more just a "state of mind" thing rather than her going in through the out door on her husband. Part of my problem is that the husband, David, is a writer, so that sort of bores me, as I don't want to read about a fictitious writer after a while as it doesn't interest me. But the setting is interesting and he's not in to his three-way love affair as you'd think he'd be so that's what's keeping me involved.
As I was stopped at the Albany Street light, a foreign tourist started to take my picture and I waved her off. She persisted and mentioned something about "bike" and "husband" -- I turned away and she probably took a shot anyway. There's something creepy about that it's just annoying. There is nothing special about me and the bike wasn't folded and I am dressed as properly as Stallone during the outdoor training sequences in the first "Rocky" only with a helmet so I didn't see the point and wasn't in the mood to be an attraction.
My thighs are a little sore due using the thighsolator and hip abductor at the gym yesterday. It's a good soreness since I cranked up the weight on the machines.
It's going to be a long day since there are plans abound for the night there will be mass coffee consumption.
Playlist:
Soundgarden - "My Wave"
Metallica - "Trapped Under Ice"
Monster Magnet - "Slap In The Face"
Jamiroquai - "Soul Education"
Guns 'n' Roses - "The Garden"
Thank you for reading.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
cold morning in the sun
The morning was just so cold. The problem was that I overslept to a point where I didn't even think to turn on the tv and see the weather report but thankfully brought my heavy, long-sleeve polo shirt with me so that by the time we were entering Penn I had it on as my top (and third layer). The truth is that it's only really cold for the first 5-10 minutes and then I warm up. My fingertips were pretty raw too, as I am using my lifting gloves today instead of my Yankees gloves.
I listened to most of the latter half of Monster Magnet's Dopes To Infinity omitting the last two songs and then listened to a couple off 4-Way Diablo. The cold will not bother me as much later today nor tomorrow, since I will be better prepared (there's a brand new hoodie waiting for me at my desk).
Mostly today's thoughts were spoken aloud and it's me talking to me telling me to move my ass. Not too many folks on the road today there was one jogger who was stretching out wearing a t-shirt and shorts and him and the bicyclist wearing shorts are two guys who won't admit it but their testicles are probably still way up in their respective stomachs.
Because it has the tendency to be a little congested, I had to get a little close to the pedestrians as I crossed Broadway via Thames Street in front of the Starbucks. I said "excuse me" to a tall, gruff-looking guy with slightly gray hair and a lazy eye and he stopped abruptly and gave me a dirty look. I ignored it, looked both ways before crossing and then parked the bike in front of the building, next to the cops who are always stationed there. I knew this guy was going to confront me but I was confident nothing would come from it. As I was locking up the bike, he then muttered something of an insult by calling me a "stupid f*ck" for shaking my head at him. I tried to quickly explain that I said "excuse me" and before I could elaborate he got louder as he walked away. I dropped my helmet, took off my headphones and backpack and loudly asked him if he had further plans, since the cops were standing right next to me. He continued his petty name calling and I just smiled at him. The cops were cool about it all -- they pointed at the guy and made the international swirling "cuckoo" sign with their fingers. My only concern was for the bike, so when the angry guy turned the corner I turned around and locked the bike up with the others on Nassau St., so he couldn't come back to where he'd think it was and mess with it. I probably would've reacted the same way even if the cops weren't around, but it's certainly not worth physically fighting over.
NITE OF DEC 1
Amazed, I was able to pedal back to Penn since the streets were remarkably dry and it was no longer raining. What up with that? It keeps the streak going and I feel like I'm putting one over on the man. And the man, in this case is the MTA ticket machines. It's Chanukah tonite and all the more reason to celebrate.
Thank you for reading.
I listened to most of the latter half of Monster Magnet's Dopes To Infinity omitting the last two songs and then listened to a couple off 4-Way Diablo. The cold will not bother me as much later today nor tomorrow, since I will be better prepared (there's a brand new hoodie waiting for me at my desk).
Mostly today's thoughts were spoken aloud and it's me talking to me telling me to move my ass. Not too many folks on the road today there was one jogger who was stretching out wearing a t-shirt and shorts and him and the bicyclist wearing shorts are two guys who won't admit it but their testicles are probably still way up in their respective stomachs.
Because it has the tendency to be a little congested, I had to get a little close to the pedestrians as I crossed Broadway via Thames Street in front of the Starbucks. I said "excuse me" to a tall, gruff-looking guy with slightly gray hair and a lazy eye and he stopped abruptly and gave me a dirty look. I ignored it, looked both ways before crossing and then parked the bike in front of the building, next to the cops who are always stationed there. I knew this guy was going to confront me but I was confident nothing would come from it. As I was locking up the bike, he then muttered something of an insult by calling me a "stupid f*ck" for shaking my head at him. I tried to quickly explain that I said "excuse me" and before I could elaborate he got louder as he walked away. I dropped my helmet, took off my headphones and backpack and loudly asked him if he had further plans, since the cops were standing right next to me. He continued his petty name calling and I just smiled at him. The cops were cool about it all -- they pointed at the guy and made the international swirling "cuckoo" sign with their fingers. My only concern was for the bike, so when the angry guy turned the corner I turned around and locked the bike up with the others on Nassau St., so he couldn't come back to where he'd think it was and mess with it. I probably would've reacted the same way even if the cops weren't around, but it's certainly not worth physically fighting over.
NITE OF DEC 1
Amazed, I was able to pedal back to Penn since the streets were remarkably dry and it was no longer raining. What up with that? It keeps the streak going and I feel like I'm putting one over on the man. And the man, in this case is the MTA ticket machines. It's Chanukah tonite and all the more reason to celebrate.
Thank you for reading.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
the beginning of the end...of the year
Well, in hindsight this wasn't the best day to ride the bike, though I don't regret it. There was a storm warning and gusts and all that -- but by the time I left Oceanside, there was a breeze and barely a drizzle so I thought I was in the clear. Of course by the time I started out of Penn I saw that the wind was still picking up and it was raining. I think there was a day in July or August that was harder than this but it has been a while since I've rode in the precipitous conditions.
The wind was certainly something to contend with (though it may have propelled me once or twice).
The morning's playlist included:
"Thunderstruck" (live) - AC/DC
"I Don't Wanna Change the World," "Perry Mason," and "Black Rain" - Ozzy
"Nobody Weird Like Me" - RHCP
The interesting thing about my band selection is that I can vividly recall that all three artists released albums within months of each other in Fall 1995, so vicariously it was a very creative time and personally a pretty fun one. Gwar did, too, but we'll pretend like I didn't know that. I think I had just about started to play bass that year or the very next year.
The wind kicked up before I even got to Chelsea Piers today so I knew it wouldn't be a cake-walk. There were a few people jogging and biking and that's pretty cool it means they are in it for the long haul, like me -- or it could mean they'd rather not be on the subway, like me. There were very few people along the highway, so when one guy cut me off very closely I found that to be an unnecessary maneuver and that was a momentary agitation.
I sincerely doubt I'll be riding back to Penn tonight, if this keeps up. It's the sort of thing I feel out once I'm outside. There was a day back in July where I rode the bike one-way, so if I don't ride back, it does complete the other half of that day and I'll count it. Yesterday was R/T day #330.
My maroon Key West shirt is soaked as are my gray sweats but I am wearing shorts underneath the sweats so my undies won't be too soggy.
Thank you for reading.
The wind was certainly something to contend with (though it may have propelled me once or twice).
The morning's playlist included:
"Thunderstruck" (live) - AC/DC
"I Don't Wanna Change the World," "Perry Mason," and "Black Rain" - Ozzy
"Nobody Weird Like Me" - RHCP
The interesting thing about my band selection is that I can vividly recall that all three artists released albums within months of each other in Fall 1995, so vicariously it was a very creative time and personally a pretty fun one. Gwar did, too, but we'll pretend like I didn't know that. I think I had just about started to play bass that year or the very next year.
The wind kicked up before I even got to Chelsea Piers today so I knew it wouldn't be a cake-walk. There were a few people jogging and biking and that's pretty cool it means they are in it for the long haul, like me -- or it could mean they'd rather not be on the subway, like me. There were very few people along the highway, so when one guy cut me off very closely I found that to be an unnecessary maneuver and that was a momentary agitation.
I sincerely doubt I'll be riding back to Penn tonight, if this keeps up. It's the sort of thing I feel out once I'm outside. There was a day back in July where I rode the bike one-way, so if I don't ride back, it does complete the other half of that day and I'll count it. Yesterday was R/T day #330.
My maroon Key West shirt is soaked as are my gray sweats but I am wearing shorts underneath the sweats so my undies won't be too soggy.
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